United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction
One who does not realize my feelings toward this man, my fierce
resentment of every indignity he had heaped upon me, my intense rivalry,
and my burning desire to punish him for a hundred mental wounds, cannot
comprehend how difficult a battle I fought in those few moments in order
that I might conquer myself. The time was none too long, yet my mind
once thoroughly settled as to my duty to her, I became calm again, and
confident as to the outcome. When Caton entered, flushed and visibly
excited from what had evidently proven an acrimonious controversy, I
greeted him with a smile.
“You appear to have experienced difficulties in regard to details,” I
said curiously.
“There was much unnecessary talk,” he admitted, “but matters have been
at last arranged to the satisfaction of all concerned. You are to meet
at once, in the rear of the big tobacco shed, a spot entirely removed
from observation. I have been compelled to accept pistols as the
weapons, as we have nothing else here at all suitable for the
purpose--cavalry sabres being far too cumbersome. Lieutenant Starr
chances to possess two derringers exactly alike which we have mutually
agreed upon. I hope this is satisfactory to you, Wayne?”
“I am not precisely an expert, but that does not greatly matter. Who
acts for Brennan?”
“Captain Moorehouse, rather against his will, I think.”
“Very well, Caton; I am perfectly satisfied, and am, indeed, greatly
obliged to you; yet before we go out I desire to speak a word or two
with the utmost frankness.” I stood facing him, my hand resting lightly
upon the writing-table, my eyes reading his expressive face. “As my
second I wish you to comprehend fully my actions, and the motives that
inspire them. If they are in any way unsatisfactory to your mind, you
may feel at perfect liberty to withhold your services. I am now, and
always have been, opposed to duelling; I believe it wrong in principle,
and a travesty upon justice; but it is a custom of the South, a
requirement among officers of our army, and after what has just occurred
between Major Brennan and myself I cannot honorably refuse any longer to
go out. Major Brennan has deliberately placed me in a position where
I cannot avoid meeting him without losing all standing in my corps. I
sought to escape, but was prevented by accident; now I simply yield to
the inevitable. I feel confident you will not misconstrue these words;
you surely know me sufficiently well so as not to attribute them
to cowardice. I shall face him exactly in accordance with your
arrangements, asking nothing upon my part, yielding him every
satisfaction he can possibly desire--but I shall fire in the air.”
He stared at me incredulously, his face a perfect picture of amazement.
“But, Wayne,” he stammered, “are you aware that Major Brennan is an
expert with the pistol? that he holds the Sixth Corps trophy? Do you
realize that he goes out deliberately intending to kill you?”
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